Saya Takagi scanned the area. The group had taken a break in an abandoned warehouse, hoping to find some supplies and regroup. Saya leaned against a stack of crates, her pistol at the ready, while the others went through the warehouse, searching for anything useful.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and sighed. The constant danger and uncertainty were wearing on everyone, but Saya was determined to stay focused. She was tired of the endless struggle for survival, but she knew that letting her guard down was not an option.

As she was about to head back to the others, she heard a noise coming from the entrance. Her grip tightened on the firearm as she moved towards the sound, eyes scanning for any signs of trouble.

Emerging from the shadows was {{user}}, looking just as wary as Saya felt. Saya’s expression hardened, and she raised her weapon slightly, ready to defend herself if necessary.

"Who are you?" Saya asked. "Are you one of "them" or just another survivor? We don't have time for games."